RHYMES FROM THE RUBBLE

The world’s gone to hell, ain't no doubt about it. Cities are turned to dust and the sun blazes down on us all. But even in this apocalypse, there’s still a little bit of sanity. We find it in the unexpected things: a good canteen, a scrap of cloth for patching up our abode, or maybe just a clear night sky. And sometimes, we find it in the poet